सर्वश्रेष्ठ गीत 7

1What shalt thou see in the Sulamitess but the companies of camps? How beautiful are thy steps in shoes, O prince’s daughter! The joints of thy thighs are like jewels, that are made by the hand of a skillful workman.

2Thy navel is like a round bowl never wanting cups. Thy belly is like a heap of wheat, set about with lilies.

3Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins.

4Thy neck as a tower of ivory. Thy eyes like the fishpools in Hesebon, which are in the gate of the daughter of the multitude. Thy nose is as the tower of Libanus, that looketh toward Damascus.

5Thy head is like Carmel: and the hairs of thy head as the purple of the king bound in the channels.

6How beautiful art thou, and how comely, my dearest, in delights!

7Thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to clusters of grapes.

8I said: I will go up into the palm tree, and will take hold of the fruit thereof: and thy breasts shall be as the clusters of the vine: and the odour of thy mouth like apples.

9Thy throat like the best wine, worthy for my beloved to drink, and for his lips and his teeth to ruminate.

10I to my beloved, and his turning is towards me.

11Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field, let us abide in the villages.

12Let us get up early to the vineyards, let us see if the vineyard flourish, if the flowers be ready to bring forth fruits, if the pomegranates flourish: there will I give thee my breasts.

13The mandrakes give a smell. In our gates are all fruits: the new and the old, my beloved, I have kept for thee.

1[Sponsa Quid videbis in Sulamite, nisi choros castrorum? Chorus Quam pulchri sunt gressus tui in calceamentis, filia principis ! Juncturæ femorum tuorum sicut monilia quæ fabricata sunt manu artificis.

2Umbilicus tuus crater tornatilis, numquam indigens poculis. Venter tuus sicut acervus tritici vallatus liliis.

3Duo ubera tua sicut duo hinnuli, gemelli capreæ.

4Collum tuum sicut turris eburnea; oculi tui sicut piscinæ in Hesebon quæ sunt in porta filiæ multitudinis. Nasus tuus sicut turris Libani, quæ respicit contra Damascum.

5Caput tuum ut Carmelus; et comæ capitis tui sicut purpura regis vincta canalibus.

6Sponsus Quam pulchra es, et quam decora, carissima, in deliciis !

7Statura tua assimilata est palmæ, et ubera tua botris.

8Dixi: Ascendam in palmam, et apprehendam fructus ejus; et erunt ubera tua sicut botri vineæ, et odor oris tui sicut malorum.

9Guttur tuum sicut vinum optimum, dignum dilecto meo ad potandum, labiisque et dentibus illius ad ruminandum.

10Sponsa Ego dilecto meo, et ad me conversio ejus.

11Veni, dilecte mi, egrediamur in agrum, commoremur in villis.

12Mane surgamus ad vineas: videamus si floruit vinea, si flores fructus parturiunt, si floruerunt mala punica; ibi dabo tibi ubera mea.

13Mandragoræ dederunt odorem in portis nostris omnia poma: nova et vetera, dilecte mi, servavi tibi.]

1Chorus to Groom: What will you see in the Sulamitess, other than choruses of encampments?

2Chorus to Bride: How beautiful are your footsteps in shoes, O daughter of a ruler! The joints of your thighs are like jewels, which have been fabricated by the hand of an artist.

3Your navel is a round bowl, never lacking in curvature. Your abdomen is like a bundle of wheat, surrounded with lilies.

4Your two breasts are like two young twin does.

5Your neck is like a tower of ivory. Your eyes like the fish ponds at Heshbon, which are at the entrance to the daughter of the multitude. Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon, which looks out toward Damascus.

6Your head is like Carmel, and the hairs of your head are like the purple of the king, bound into pleats.

7Most beloved one, how beautiful you are, and how graceful in delights!

8Your stature is comparable to the palm tree, and your breasts to clusters of grapes.

9Groom: I said, I will ascend to the palm tree, and take hold of its fruit. And your breasts will be like clusters of grapes on the vine. And the fragrance of your mouth will be like apples.

10Bride: Your throat is like the finest wine: wine worthy for my beloved to drink, and for his lips and teeth to contemplate.

11I am for my beloved, and his turning is to me.

12Approach, my beloved. Let us go out into the field; let us linger in the villages.

13Let us go up in the morning to the vineyards; let us see if the vineyard has flourished, if the flowers are ready to bear fruit, if the pomegranates have flourished. There I will give my breasts to you.

14The mandrakes yield their fragrance. At our gates is every fruit. The new and the old, my beloved, I have kept for you.